la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
in the longest of nights
stir him at your breast
in silence
row him, row him
on the bleakest of morns
he'll break at your rocks
and weeping, row, row.
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
in the longest of nights
stir him at your breast
in silence
row him, row him
on the bleakest of morns
he'll break at your rocks
and weeping, row, row.
la la la la, la la la la,
la la la la la
la la la la, la la la la,
la la la la la
....
BY Múm
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